My mind and spirit are opposite to you, I’m blindfolded, and I wield a sword to cut every part of you and restore the balance. I only listen you call for an audience.
I hear fragile ants with a miserable spirit, seduced by the queen they have crowned. A queen radiant with illusions and numbed by the melody of the advisors that adorn her.
Today’s queen is different from tomorrow’s, the investiture is the true cult of the reign. The skies cloud over the kingdom and darken the mirage of its power.
I sense that another world is coming, made by man and woman; women and men from whom the light was taken will come like lightning in a storm of rage and pain.CARLOS REEVES ’07
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